I feel them more than ye do, O my sons! And soothe your pain, but God will take you all HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. I At My Father's Grave COME half voiceless here and bring In the veiled chamber of my heart. His mouldering dust can never hear And though I cannot see him stand, WILLIAM HAMILTON HAYNE. WH Substitution HEN some beloved voice that was to you Both sound and sweetness, faileth suddenly, And silence against which you dare not cry, Aches round you like a strong disease and new, What hope? what help? what music will undo That silence to your sense? Not friendship's sigh Not reason's subtle count, not melody Of viols, nor pipes that Faunus blew, - ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. Blessed are they that Mourn EEM not that they are blest alone DEEM Whose days a peaceful tenor keep; The Anointed Son of God makes known A blessing for the eyes that weep. The light of smiles shall fill again Oh, there are days of sunny rest And thou, who, o'er thy friend's low bier Nor let the good man's trust depart, For God hath marked each sorrowing day, For all His children suffer here. WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. By permission of D. Appleton & Co. From "Brothers and a Sermon " "WHEN troubles come of God, When men are frozen out of work, when wives Are sick, when working fathers fail and die, When boats go down at sea—then naught behooves Like patience; but for troubles wrought of men Patience is hard I tell you it is hard." * * * * * * "But woe is me! I think there is no sun; "And speakest thou thus, Despairing of the sun that sets to thee, And of the earthly love that wanes to thee, And of the heaven that lieth far from thee? Peace, peace, fond fool! One draweth near thy door Whose footsteps leave no print across the snow; Thy Sun has risen with comfort in His face, The smile of heaven, to warm thy frozen heart O woman pale for want, if thou art here, That on thy lot much thought is spent in heaven; And, coveting the heart a hard man broke, One standeth patient, watching in the night, And waiting in the daytime. If thou wilt answer? What shall be He will smile on thee; One smile of His shall be enough to heal |